Hi – so as you can see I have decided to start another fic (Still deciding if that is a good idea or not) but this is only the trial chapter/Intro so please let me know if you would like me to continue.

Just to let you know – you are going to read something about halfway through that isn't a mistake but continue to the end and everything will make sense – I promise … no I haven lost my mind.

That is all so please enjoy this trial/introduction chapter.

Chewing on the end of my pen, my tell – the one thing that gives away that I am nervous. All my life I have chewed on the end of my pens when I'm nervous. Sitting every final of my school life my pens have suffered as I know the rest of my life depended on the results to the answers I provide on the page but this time nervous as I'm currently trying to find a new place to live.

Scrolling down the page on my laptop I continued to search the next selection of ads trying to decide who might just be looking for a next victim or who is going to kill me while I sleep. Why my father is making me do this I don't know – so what if I don't want to get married at twenty six, how many people my age are married at twenty six these days? Just because he met my mother in college and got married the year they graduated doesn't mean I have to but apparently in his eyes I do.

So now I'm sat in the corner of the local country club looking for somewhere new to call home without any financial support from my parents. I could use my trust fund but my dad froze that just to make things harder for myself. I'm left to support myself on a low income interns pay – I should think myself lucky really. Not many interns get paid these days so it could be worse.

"Can I get you anything else Ms?" one of the weekend boys appeared beside my table, he hadn't been hear long and still looked over whelmed at the people he is surrounded by each weekend – most of Central City's richest socialise here.

"Can I get another Vodka Cranberry please" I smiled knowing it isn't cheap not when you include tip but I need Wi-Fi to find a place to live and Jitters doesn't serve alcohol for me to drown my sorrows so I had no other option than to come here. A couple of drinks shouldn't dint my bank account to much – I hope.

"Coming right up Ms" I smiled quickly glancing at the guy's name tag to read 'Mitch' before he disappeared towards the bar.

Slamming the lid of my laptop closed I huffed and sat back in my chair knowing my search can wait until I've enjoyed my drink.

"Caitlin" the sound of my name startled me as I snapped my head to the side only to come face to face with Iris West–Allen.

"Iris" I smiled trying to calm my beating heart back into normal cardiac rhythm.

"Do you mind if I join you?" she began pulling the chair opposite me out without waiting for my answer so I just held my hand out as a way of telling her to take a seat.

I'm still surprised to see anyone here during the day. Normally this place is dead until around six at night on a Saturday until couples and families arrive for an evening mean or to share a drink with friends. So much for coming here and no one will see me – not that they do see me. To most people here I'm just the girl who hides behind a book in the corner and pops her head out now and again when she hears a noise.

It isn't my fault people around her don't like change, just because my dresses know what my legs look like and not just the bottom of my ass cheeks and I don't walk around in stiletto's – a word I use loosely as stilts would be more suited to what they are. I like dresses that show class and what is wrong with a nice pair of ballerina pumps? I don't have a death wish after all. If I have to dress like that to find a man then I'm happy that a man is the last thing I want right now.

"How is everything going?" Iris asked dragging me back into the real world and out of my thoughts.

"Complicated" I told her honestly as the sight of Mitch heading towards the table with a large Vodka cranberry on a tray caught my attention. Digging into my purse I pulled out a twenty and handed it to him knowing most of the workers here live off the tips as he placed my drink on the table and thanked me for the tip.

Turning to look at Iris he asked "Is there anything I can bring you Ms?"

"I wasn't going to but looking at that – I'll have the same" Iris eyes up my drink before Mitch skipped off into action again. Once he was out of ear shot Iris turned to look at me. "It must be complicated; you hardly drink at parties let alone in the middle of the afternoon so spill it"

"My father has kicked me out because I refuse to marry, I don't even have a man on my radar how am I supposed to marry?" I picked my drink up, taking a large gulp through the straw. "So now I need to find somewhere else to live, he's frozen my trust fund so all I have is what I earn which isn't much compared to other around here" I spoke before taking another mouthful of the Vodka fruitiness into my mouth.

"What are you doing tonight?"

"I went and looked at two rooms earlier, the first I think wanted to kill me while I slept and the other is with a couple and judging by the fact they couldn't keep their hands off each other they're going to need that room soon for whatever they produce" I twiddled my straw between my fingers as we both started laughing. "I've emailed and called a couple of places but they've either gone or unavailable until tomorrow so I'll stay here tonight or another hotel in town – I'll have to sell my car tomorrow as well"

"You know I never liked you father – something about him gave me the creeps but don't worry – you can take my spare bedroom it's just collecting dust. We can call it a temporary solution until you find somewhere more permanent, you can save money to find somewhere decent without a serial killer"

With another quick exchange of Iris's drink and a tip Mitch was gone again, no doubt remembering our faces as the good tippers for the next time we come in – for me it may be a while yet but I know Iris comes in all the time.

"Iris you don't need to do that, I'll be fine" I waved my hand not wanting her to put herself out for me. We might know each other but we're not best friends. I didn't tell her this hoping she would offer that is the last thing I wanted to happen.

"Call it my good deed for the day – look at it this way. When I was in need the Allen's took my in and raised me as part of their family and without them I wouldn't be where I am now. I like to think of it as fate. Maybe they adopted me so I can help you now. So why don't we drink up and then I can take you to look at your new home for however long you need it"

"Thank you Iris – I'll owe you for a lifetime" I smiled knowing Iris isn't likely to kill me in my sleep so I already feel a little relaxed knowing I can sleep peacefully at night without worrying of being murdered.

So there you have the first chapter … what did you think?

If I get 8+ reviews then I will continue this story.

Before you ask Barry will be in the next chapter.

Thank you for reading.